Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S Rank ni Natteta

It was like a sigh of something. It is warm and sticks to the skin. Run after the leading adventurer. The adventurer rushed, running with excitement.

"If you think that this cloud came from the west despite the wind, it quickly spread over the town and then from the graveyard the hordes of undead! What the hell!" Is the cloud ... someone's work ...? "

Bergliff tilted his head. The traffic was full of escaped people. Everyone flees and runs in the opposite direction to the graveyard. The party heading for the graveyard had trouble avoiding the people.

"Bad, everyone is panicking." "Yeah ... this can't be done ..."

When I couldn't move on, I heard a dignified voice.

"Everyone! Don't panic! Calm down and listen to the soldiers!"

Sasha rushes with the soldiers. The soldiers begin guiding the residents.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting! Let's go!" "Nice, Sasha ... let's go ..."

The party headed to the graveyard, where the confusion of the people had subsided. Bordeaux's graveyard is on the outskirts of town. There is only one town in the north, and the graveyard is quite large. There were a lot of undead wandering there. Undead are moving corpses. Regardless of humans or beasts, they become magical beasts when their dead bodies have magical powers. The dead bodies have remained human in shape, but the old ones have decayed and decayed, giving off a bad smell. The threat on its own is not that great, but as the number increases, the threat increases. With hundreds of units, it's time for the highest ranked adventurers.

In addition, intangible dead spirits and the higher species, the high undead, appear to be appearing. It is a weapon that can pass through magic and a monster that cannot be destroyed without magic. Adventurers seemed to be struggling with the monsters that gush out one after another. There are many, and the odor of a rotting corpse pokes directly into the nose. Concentration does not last long.

"Kusutare! Why did it boil so suddenly!" "Do you know! I can't beat the useless tap!"

Suddenly, when arrows seemed to be poor, a number of arrows flew and pierced the nearby undead. Anessa. It seems that there is some technique in the arrow, and it exploded one after another, and the imminent undead disappeared. As the distance from the enemy becomes clear at once, the adventurers scream. In addition, Miriam's magic shone. Geometric patterns develop in layers, and lightning strikes erupt one after another. It pierced the undead accurately and immediately charred. Angelin jumped in there. As you approach the undead with slippery judgement, you will slash one after another. The dead spirit, which should have no substance, was made into two in one blow. Undead swords that do not die unless they are slashed many times are killed by swords with many magical powers.

The adventurers cheered as they saw the undead one after another.

"Sure! It's an S-rank party!" "That's a bad guy ..." "Bakayaro, can you lose!

The adventurers seemed to be inspired, too, and gained momentum to fight back. Bergliff was looking a bit behind. The face falls involuntarily at the activity of the daughter. The girl she sees now is not the spoiled Angel, but the S-rank adventurer "Black Haired Maiden" Angeline. Berggryph thought this would be safe. When I was an adventurer, I felt that I had received such a joint defeat request several times, and it was a nostalgic feeling. I didn't expect to stand in such a place again.

"... not when you're immersed in sentiment."

Berggriff smiled and drew his sword and came forward. The undead attacking the adventurer who has a chance is defeated with one sword. The adventurers roared.

"Oh ... you're the" red demon "..." "Let's go beyond that, let's get a helping sword!"

The adventurers were even more excited, raising their weapons. I don't think it was that reliable, but Bergliff grinned. The undead, whose momentum was reduced by the Angeline's first strike, are still alive and still strong. They began to boil later on and gained momentum again. Angelin frowns at the odor, but slaughters the undead with undying movement, and Anessa and Miriam fight with arrows and magic. Sasha also ran around with a sword in a gale-like movement.

I can't run that way with my current body. Bergliff took a deep breath. The odor sticks in the nose, but not unbearably. Think of a movement that fits this body. It's kind of funny when you think it's a practice lesson.

Shaking around the prosthesis. Undead is not a slash by force. Dodge the incoming undead with minimal movement and swing your sword in conjunction with that movement. Even though I have a small amount of magic, I still react to the sword and let the magic flow. The undead surprisingly slashed and ceased to move.

"... can it be applied to anything other than the undead?"

However, another undead approaches as he mutters. However, it is not agile because the body is rotten. Bergliff slashed with no difficulty. With this movement, the body is not overly burdensome. But still not used. It's going to be full of gaps if you're not careful.

"... It's useless to think about it."

Sharpen your senses. He tells himself. Then he regained his sword and headed for the next undead. Aside from the body, the mind seems to have returned, Bergliff laughed.

With the participation of the S-rank party, the game situation was gradually leaning toward the adventurers. The undead are declining little by little. However, the barrier that Elmore had requested is not yet activated. If this is activated, you can quickly destroy undead etc. Elmore ran as the adventurers began to get tired. He comes to the side of the Bergglyph, who has fallen behind one end due to tiredness and body pain.

"It was a bad thing. The effect of this cloud or the barrier does not start. I can not suppress the undead with this." "The barrier is ...? Is this cloud ......?"

Bergliff looked up at the sky. Clouds are becoming increasingly black and cloudy, covering the sky, perhaps as the sun sets. But there are shades in the black. Is it the thickness of the clouds? Suddenly, Berggriff looked toward the Bordeaux family residence. On top of that the clouds seemed strangely thick and dark.

"Sure west ... from Hazel?"

I had a bad feeling. Hazel is a town governed by those who disagree with the Bordeaux family. Bergliff turned to Elmore.

"Mr. Elmore, most of the adventurers are here?" "Yes, most should be here, except for those who are out on request. There's an undead all over the town, though not as much here. "" ... I don't know of any conspiracy. It seems like there are other aims ... "

Elmore nodded.

"It's strange that it's unnatural ... it's strange that this kind of thing happens without warning." "Mm ... surely ..."

Elmore glanced at the graveyard. The adventurers seem tired, but Angelin is still running around at the forefront.

"I'll be with you too. I'm not worried if there are Angelin and Sasha." "I'm saved. Actually, the road is still unknown ..."

Bergliff smiled bitterly. Bergryf rushed to the Bordeaux mansion, apparently listening nearby and, along with several adventurers who offered to cooperate.

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It was completely surprise. Even the security guards in the mansion had mostly gone to town, and it was too thin. On the first floor, the undead have already roamed and cannot even escape outside. It is this thing that is overpopulated.

Ashcroft, along with a handful of soldiers, set up in the second floor corridor. I was pushed from the entrance and came here. In the room behind is Helvetica and Selenium, with servants and a small number of escorts, and undead in front of you. The wounds that Angelin slammed this morning have healed to some extent with elixir. However, if you sleep overnight and the elixir does not spread throughout your body, the wound will not heal completely and it cannot be said that it is in good condition. In addition, there are not only undead but also some powerful superspecies. The odor sticks in my nose and I can't concentrate. Ashcroft, who is not an adventurer, is a bit unfamiliar with fighting these monsters, although he was confident in the interpersonal game. Soldiers have fallen one after another, and no more are left.

Ashcroft bit his lips, saying that this would happen at such a time. I ran into trouble with my silly self-esteem and regretted that I couldn't do my best in this emergency.

"Damn ... what's Bordeaux's steward ...... fool"

Until now, there is pride in developing the territory without a hitch, and it is undeniable that it has become somewhat a tengu. The result is this. If you do poorly, you may kill the Lord who is more important than life. This is a mistake made since this morning, and it is a feeling that pride and self-esteem that I have had until now are destroyed.

But there is no time to sink. Ashcroft roared, agitating his aching body.

"Protect it here even if you replace it with life! Don't get closer to Helvetica or Selenium!"

And he stands in front and swings his sword. The swordsman who continued training, even though it was not as good as Sasha, was furious even if he was not in a good condition. However, undead does not decrease. If the former falls, the next comes over over it. Plus this stench. Movement begins to slow down due to fatigue and lack of concentration.

A soldier standing next screamed. Undead is biting at the neck. Ashcroft slashes the undead, but the soldiers are already dead. It is being pushed gradually.

"... Is it a reward you couldn't afford?"

Ashcroft muttered. But you're the only one who gets rewarded. At least the Lord must escape. He fixed his displaced glasses, squeezed his power to cut through his blood, and suddenly heard something from behind the undead. It's not like enemy reinforcements. The sound of the undead's groan, the sound of slashing its flesh, and the sound of something exploding.

"What is ...?"

Gradually the sound became closer. The undead approaching Ashcroft is torn from behind. Red hair shook. Ashcroft was amazed.

"Be ... Berglyph, Lord ..." "Are you safe, Ashcroft!"

Bergliff smiled relievedly and exhaled greatly. He ran all over the city and jumped into the mansion, and then came down to the undead without hesitation. He ignored his wounds and rushed in, but was painful for the forty-something man.

Magic exploded behind the Bergliff. Elmore shoots a bullet out of his hand to wipe out undead and dead spirits. Looking back at Ashcroft, Elmore smiled.

"Are you safe, Ashcroft? Helvetica ..." "... Uh, in the back room ... but why both of you ..."

Bergliff grinned, holding his breath.

"I had a bad feeling. I was half guessed ... but it's safer than anything."

As I saw the smiling Bergryph, tears began to seep into Ashcroft's eyes. Whether it came from relief or from fearlessness, it is not clear to himself. But it was so shy that Ashcroft bowed down. Bergliff gently taps on his shoulder.

"Now, I don't have time to cry. I have to leave the house as soon as possible."

Ashcroft opened the door and called the Helveticas.

"Hervetica, Selenium! The enemy has decreased! Let's escape!"

Helvetica with a calm look nodded at such times. Selenium looked a little frightened, but after seeing Bergriff and Elmore, she relaxed as she felt relieved.

Leave the mansion while cleaning up the remaining undead. Despite his retreat, Elmore was a former AA adventurer, and the adventurers who came with him were experts in exterminating monsters, rejecting the undead with a more familiar touch than soldiers. Berggryph also abused his aching body and shook his sword. The outside is already dying and the darkness is deep due to the thick clouds. Elmore put out a small light bulb out of his hand to light it. The group moves fast, surrounding Helvetica and Selenium. Watching around, Bergliff spoke to Elmore.

"It would be safe to join the adventurers and the soldiers for the time being." "Yes. I hope the battle for the graveyard is over .... Bergryph-sama, looks painful but is it OK?"

Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"I'm embarrassed and hurt my body a little while ago ... I was a little too nervous."

Elmore distorted his face apologizingly.

"I don't know how to do that ... I was forced to do it." "I wouldn't be able to relax alone in such a situation.

Ashcroft calmly talks to Bergryf, who smiles calmly.

"... I was hurt, but I wasn't able to work satisfactorily ... Bergriff, you're a big guy. Please apologize for my disrespect this morning." And we were in time because we stopped, Ashcroft, you worked really well. You can be proud of it. "

Ashcroft shyly shook his cheeks. Unexpectedly, his hand extended to his head and crumpled his hair. Helvetica is smiling.

"It's exactly what Bergriff says. You did well."

Seeing Ashcroft crying again, Selenium grinned.

"It's been a crybaby, Ash"

Ashcroft blushed badly and handed over his glasses to fool him.

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A sign of some great magic was swelling in the back of the graveyard. The number of undead that came out before was completely reduced, and many seemed to have decided. However, Angelin remembered a bad feeling. I look around where my dad is. I saw him fighting in the back a while ago. I was glad I was fighting in the same place, but now I can't see him. Is it back down?

Oh, someone shouted. Pointing overhead. Everyone on the spot looked up at the sky. The black cloud covering the sky is converging to a point on the ground. It's deep in the graveyard. A soft breeze blows, as if something was breathing. Angelin squinted. I know it. It's like you've been facing before. ......

As the clouds converged, a dusk sky appeared. The ground is dyed lighter red, and from there it becomes purple, ultramarine and gradation as it approaches the zenith. Some stars seem to be shimmering. Under the beautiful sky, something evil was standing. It's like a shadowman. It's like collecting the dusk and shaping it into something. It is a viscous demon, but its shape is not constant, and it has changed shape as if it were a jig. The magical power piercing the skin drifted around. Angelin turned his shoulders and took a deep breath.

"... Is it a demon again? But ..."

I feel a little different from what I fought before. Shape and atmosphere are similar. However, it looks like something artificial. Anessa and Miriam stood beside Angelin.

"It's a strange sign ... that black lump?" "What, that. I feel so disgusting."

In Angeline's words, they looked at the shadowman as a scare. While changing the shape, the shadowman moved slowly as if to ask around. From the part like a round torso, a number of limbs that move like tentacles extend, crawling like a spider. When I thought that the torso was torn sideways, I could see my teeth and tongue.

"Ah ... but ... yeah ... oh, oh ..."

Immediately, many shadow-like beasts came out of their mouths. A dark walker, a kind of dead spirit. Its appearance like a shadow is difficult to see in the darkness. The adventurers roared. Angeline shouted.

"Light magic! Light out!"

The wizards sing individually and launch a light bulb, as if to return to their voice. The darkened graveyard was illuminated by light, and the dark walkers slowed down. Sasha lifted his sword and shouted.

"Opportunity! I will attack you!"

Adventurers loudly cry, holding their weapons and pushing them forward.

"I left Arne, Milly and small fish ..."

Angelin kicks the ground before hearing a reply. He rushed through the dull dark walkers and fled to the shadowman. Shake the sword. The arms of the tentacles are easily cut off and fall to the ground or disappear as evaporating black smoke. Angelin squinted suspiciously.

"I'm unresponsive ... what is this ..."

However, a shock suddenly comes from the side. Another arm, like a whip, struck Angelin's flank. It is blown off, but spins and lands. The shock was great, but no pain. He was on his side, but he didn't seem to be particularly hurt.

"Haribote ...?"

Arms stretch out around Angelin and attack. Tentacles rather than arms. A number of rods extend from the torso. fast. However, it is not enough to cope. Angelin bowed down and shook his sword, tearing tentacles one after another. But it's like weird haze. It feels like being teased.

"Lick it ...!"

Angelin, whose tentacles were roughly cut off, lifted his sword and shook himself down on the shadowman's round torso. The sword still slashes the torso without difficulty. However, at the same time, the fuselage turned black fog and wrapped around Angelin as if exploding.

"Geho ...!"

As soon as I inhaled it through my nose and mouth, my already injured shoulder wound began to hurt. Poison? Angelin puts his strength into the foot to fly backwards. However, the fog suddenly hinders the body as if it had mass. Angelin kneeled down as she was held in place.

A strange voice resounds in my head.

"Omemo Onajidao Maemo Onajemo Onaemoda" "Cha ... ha ...!"

I have difficulty breathing. Place your hand on your chest and breathe with your shoulders. Black mist is sucked in little by little each time. Fat sweat spreads on the forehead. The wound on the shoulder was burning and the blood seemed to have spread.

"Whatever ...!"

Angelin squeezed with strength and managed to jump out of the fog with all his might. My legs are entangled and I am not passive. Fall from the shoulder to the ground.

"Anger!" "What happened!"

Anessa and Miriam run up. However, the fog gathers again and becomes a shadowman, shaking his tentacles like a whip and blocking them. Other tentacles grabbed Angelin's legs and arms that fell.

"Kaeroukaeroukaerou" "Uru ...! Come on!"

Shake the sword with force and slash the tentacles. But the number grew steadily and wrapped around Angeline's body. Angelin's skin frothed, as though each one was alive on the body. A strange voice resounds in my head.

`` Onajida Onajida Onajidakaeroukaerou Kaerou ''

I felt like I was not myself. A terrifying horror came up, and Angelin was embarrassed and unknowingly shed tears in his eyes.

"No ... this is ..." "Anger what!"

At that time Sasha swings his sword and jumps in. Smash tentacles with one sword and hold Angelin. The voice in my head stopped. But the body does not move as if numb. Angelin breathed greatly and groaned with regret.

"I'm sorry Sasha ... no disappointment ..." "Ange ... Damn, what a monster ..."

Sasha puts Angelin on her back and falls back. The adventurers shook when they saw the S-rank adventurer defeat. Visibly upset and slowed down. The shadowman's torso again opened his mouth, and Darkwalker crawled out one after another.

It seemed that the situation had fallen at a stretch. The shadowman shakes a number of tentacles and slowly moves forward. The number of dark walkers has increased, and the adventurers have slowly receded.

At that time, the air shook as if suddenly pulsating. Adventurers are surprised and look around. Passing between them, a girl about ten years old walked alone. They have white long hair and red-black eyes.

"Hey! Dangerous! Go back!"

The girl looked back in front of the adventurers and smiled with a friendly smile.

"Don't worry!"

At the same time a dark walker is rushing. Adventurers gasped. Some tried to jump out immediately. However, the girl raised her right hand without movement. The dark walker that jumps off blows off as if it had been flipped.

"The Miracle of Guru Solomon! Look over!"

At the moment, a terrible torrent of magic occurs from the girl's body and heads for the shadowman. Magical power swirled around the shadowman and gradually gained momentum. Accordingly, the shadowman's body was unwound, swirling into a black mist, and thought that it had soared into the sky. If you notice, there are no dark monsters at the beginning.

The adventurers were amazed. what is this. Miracle or something? And everyone was feeling like they were dreaming. The girl turned around and smiled and spread her arms.

"Now, the danger is gone!" "Who ... who are you ..."

The girl laughed and answered the question that no one had ever asked.

"I'm Charlotte! I'm traveling to save the world!"

At the same time there was a sound of hooves and a sound of armor. Adventurers make a confused voice when they see the fat figure on the horse.

"Ma, Earl of Malta?" "Why do you hate this place ..."

Malta's glance glanced at the adventurers with a cold glance, and gazed at Sasha. Proceed with the horse towards Sasha and bow with a polite attitude of rudeness.

"This is Sasha. It looks like you're struggling." "Count of Malta ... why?"

Count Malta laughed as he clenched.

"It was just after noon, weird clouds were flowing from the west. According to Charlotte, who had just been staying, it was dangerous because it contained magical powers. I took him and rushed here, no, it was good in time. ''

His mouth is polite, but he does not stop looking down from the horse. Sasha bites her lips, knowing she's doing it. Count Malta continues.

"It seems to be a monster of the death spirits, but what happened to the barrier?" "... Why did the barrier fail to activate?" No, what happened if we weren't able to keep up with it ... If the response was too late, the Bordeaux family were so tired of their political affairs It looks like a

Ironically, Sasha fell down regretfully. They wanted to reprimand the rude and repel them, but they certainly repelled the shadow monster. Taking a dignified attitude involves the prestige of the Bordeaux family. Upon seeing Sasha refusing to say, Count Malta stomped in stubbornly.

"Anyway, it's safer than anything else, Sasha-sama. Helvetica should be safe." "... Sister is at home. Is it safer than here?"

Sasha glares at what's interesting, Count Malta, grinning with a grin. But he doesn't seem afraid. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying his gaze. At that time, Angelin, still carrying Sasha, muttered.

"It looks like it's late, but what a pig."

The smile disappeared from the face of Count Malta, who seemed to be able to hear it.

"What the ... puss, what did you say now!" "The only person who comes late and picks up his cousin is the least adventurer ... you mean the least"

In spite of Angeline's undecided speech, Earl of Malta quickly flushed his face, clenched his teeth, and shook. But when Count Malta tried to say something, Sasha shouted brightly.

"Sister! Selenium!"

Countess of Malta looks back as if scared. He opened his eyes as if he saw the dead. Helvetica came here with selenium, Ashcroft and Bergliff. Helvetica bowed to Count Malta with an ever smiling smile.

"Thank you, Sir, for your support of the far road. Thank you as Earl Bordeaux."

Helvetica was smiling, but her eyes were not laughing, and she looked at Count Malta with a piercing glance. Earl Malta swims as if upset. Ashcroft came out there.

"The Earl, how is it that you will not get down in front of the one you serve?"

Countess of Malta rushed down the horse and bowed in a hurry. Helvetica smiled a little, but soon told the surrounding soldiers that Count Malta was not in sight.

"I still don't know what will happen tonight. Residents will evacuate as they are. I'll ask you to do it, but you'll be replaced by a night watchman. Adventurers, you're really tired. Please "

The adventurers seemed reassured, and guttedly left the guild. Helvetica turned to the Counts of Malta.

"Sir, I can't give you much hospitality because of this situation, but I guess you haven't come to play! You've come with a soldier, please help me with the night watchman."

Count of Malta, regretful, agreed, jumped on a horse and left quickly. Charlotte rushes and runs after it. Helvetica sighed.

"... I guess it was a miscalculation for him that I did not die." "But, sister, there is no evidence. You have to move carefully." I have to clean up. ''

Each is working to fulfill its role. Berggriff frowned at the disappointed pain and walked around in a jumbled search for the Angelines. He found Angelin, who was carrying Sasha on his back, and astounded him, forgetting his pain and fatigue, and ran up like a rabbit.

"Anger! What happened! What happened! Are you okay! Are you injured?"

Angelin laughed at the rush of Bergryf.

"I'm fine ... but I'm sorry ... I'm going to put it on." "Oh ... I'm glad ... here, come on."

Bergliff took on Sasha and put on Angelin. Angelin satisfactorily embraced the Bergryph. He frowned at the strange sensation of the black mist.

"... No. I am ..."

Shake your head to blow away bad thoughts. Now I just need to rest on this big back. Perhaps because she was relieved, Angelin was lying asleep, not against the sleepy sneaking in.